Turning slowly I look out the window.
A smile spreads across my lips
I realize that this is probably the most beautiful sunset I have ever witnessed.
"Why is it?" I ask my self.
"Because I will it to be so" I answer.
The view rolls farther and the sunset is lost.
And at that second, the weight of the statement over comes me.
"Why didn’t I ever figure this out sooner?
well I know now, that’s all that matters"
Slowly the sunset comes back into view.
All around me people are silently screaming, thrashing, praying. I see them, but don’t care.
The hull buckles, engineered structures shred like so much confetti in the wind. My mind goes dark. All I have left is the slowly fading image of the most beautiful sunset in my whole life.
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Reviewed by William Cryer (Reader)
Reviewed on July 17, 2007
Very nice imagery. And manipulation of mood, as well. It's not an easy task.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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